With nothing left to lose, he was at his strongest. He could go mad and slaughter an entire city, kill his enemies in the cruelest ways imaginable, even challenge the whole world alone without a care.
But he had to consider what came next in reality—a way forward that would preserve everything he cherished after killing all those vermin in Kazimierz.
The only upside now was that, at the very least, he would not be completely bound by trivial matters as Lamaline had said, unable even to enjoy a fight to the fullest or forever burdened by one concern after another—because there was still somewhere he could vent.
So, once the person beside him had fallen fully asleep.
Gerald picked up Banshee's Kiss and wore it against his chest.
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Being too weak was an unsolvable, ultimate problem.
Just as Gerald had assessed himself long ago: not good enough to stand above, but more than enough to stand below.
Although both Lamaline and Ai Fanier were probably now around his level in strength, they were still far, far from strong enough to put anyone at ease.
Especially considering that Ai Fanier was by the side of the new Demon King, Amiya.
Gerald only knew of the existence called the "Black Crown," but he knew nothing of the specifics of the Demon King's inheritance. Lamaline had never brought it up to him herself.
Yet history recorded in the Banshee archives made one thing clear: the existence of a Demon King always meant destruction and ruin.
And they never met a good end.
The Far Wanderer summoned Catastrophes, Ba'ersa killed Ge Du, Kui Long killed Ba'ersa. The Cyclops died to assassination, the Bloodfiend died to conspiracy, the Banshee died to a coup, the Carrion Eaters died to